<<< from @coyotethunder instagram >>> My solid gold desert got me nearly blind today with its almost painful, radiant joy, murmuring majesty. Then, a bittersweet leap back into the wide silence. Guiding my way, a color parade of pending starlight reflected from the smiling eyes of all those I carry, and who carry me. Can we finally trust to allow this sublime Wild, a reinvention of ourselves in the garden more raw? Today I may be nothing but heart.

desert studio

The body of the desert is skeletal. Its bones, the folded mountains, run thirsty courses of growth and decay as all mortal systems.

The ocean of the desert is tidal. Its waves, the pulsing life, holds tenacious breath of advance and retreat as all geophysical topographies.

The book of the desert is open. Its language, the written roots, blanket determined calligraphy of rhythm and wisdom as all knowledge archives.